Part of me feels terrible for doing the vanishing act, but I fear it's the only way. It kills me inside to leave him but I know I just have to do it.

I miss my life, I miss my freedom, I miss being with a partner who doesn't do these things. It's making me exhibit behaviors I never had before. I'm angry, upset, and depressed.

I went to take my old Xanax and the bottle was empty. He threw out my medication. He was never keen on it, apparently it is for "drug addicts".